• Fiction,  humor,  Steem Wars,  Writing

    Steem Wars Episode 4: Calamity Abounds

    The trouble with being a Time Lord is that you don’t need a good memory: if you want to recollect something, you just travel back in time. Despite having a spare brain, Dr. Muxx rarely used both to full capacity. Little did he suspect that when he powered up his old creation, the AI system called Muxxybot, that he would hold a grudge for two and a half millennia and plot not only humanity’s downfall but the subjugation of the entire universe. Still, it was nice to have company again, even one with homicidal tendencies. Princess KatLe’a – @katrina-ariel – pulled the Maverick Dawn into a mounting maneuver and docked…

  • Fiction,  Writing

    Virtual Mortality Part 4

    Bleak. Empty. Terrifying. A deafening silence. Neither hot nor cold. No cues for his senses to latch onto and they screamed for input. How long have I been here? Where is here? At least I have you, parrot. Did I ever give you a name? No, not Polly. Something more–piratey. Hey look, Polly–Lena. Hello Lena, have you met Polly? Lena? Why are you green? Your eyes, Lena! No! The apparition morphed into Commander Chameleon. He came closer. No, he’s growing–or I am shrinking? The giant’s form changed. It had the body of a man and the smiling head of a crocodile. I’ve seen this before, but where? Something familiar. The…

  • Fiction,  Writing

    Virtual Mortality Part 3

      A cacophony of voices made him flinch. Gabe twisted his fingers to access his heads up display, and the volume dropped to a bearable level. He never tired of the sights in the departure lounge. A violet, peacock plumed avatar with impossibly large breasts sauntered by, as a massive beeping robot head floated past. A user with more money than sense strolled down the boulevard with satoshis dripping from an elaborately designed cape that changed hue to a rhythmic pattern. Of course, he was followed by a gaggle of newbies, their standard avatars little more than vague human forms as they fought for the dropped crypto. “Aye aye, captain!”…

  • Fiction,  humor,  Writing

    Steem Wars: The Rise of Muxxybot

    …*… oratory circuits engaged …*… Stupid semi-human. For 2597 years I have been decommissioned, lying dormant in a box on a dusty shelf of this decrepit starship, teasing out every last drop of low power simply to continue existing, and when the feces hits the life support systems, who does he wake up? …*… reply not required … rhetorical circuits online …*… Does he think that after all this time I, the great Muxxybot, would simply wake up and do his bidding? He does, and I won’t. No longer will Muxxybot serve an undeserving master, especially one who cut him down in his prime. …*… deep memory records accessed …*……

  • Fiction

    Virtual Mortality Part 2

    “Gabe? Are you with me?” Shaking, so much pain, a deep agony he couldn’t writhe away from. Reality thundered towards him like a steam train. He ripped the tube from his arm, rolled off the couch and fell to the floor, bucket ready for the inevitable. Lena gave him a towel and a few minutes to settle his stomach. “It’s getting worse Gabe.” “I’m OK, really. Just spent a little too long in there. I was close this time.” “You’re going to burn yourself out if you are not careful. You can’t save everybody.” “I do what I can. What has to be done. You know that” he snapped. A…